So I hungrily bobbed on whatever cock was in my mouth, while I found two other cocks to jerk off."Faster, cum slut," the guy demanded.I obeyed, going ...as fast as I could, gagging briefly, before really getting in a rhythm."Oh yeah, you dirty fucking slut," he groaned, which should have pissed me off, but at the time only enhanced my enjoyment and excitement.I kept bobbing like the cum-hungry slut I suddenly had become until he pulled out and spewed a second load all over me."More," I demanded,. And some psychological.”He got up. “Luckily, psychological issues are my specialty. Mrs. Belvue, could I please direct your attention to that poster there?”Trish swiveled her chair to look where the doctor was pointing behind her. There, in all its glory, was the famous picture of the kitten hanging from a branch. “Hang in there, baby!” the caption said.“Oh ... my ... God...” said Trish. It was ridiculously cheesy.“I know, right? Isn’t it awesome? Just keep your eyes on it.”She did so. “And Mr.. . Almost there ... And then... Warren steps forward and claps his hands, what an arsehole... “No ... That’s enough of that ... Avery doesn’t cum until I say she can cum...”Dennis picks up the leash and pulls his boy away from the young lady, leaving a spasming, sweaty, pale little slut on the ground, catching her breath, writhing and moaning, clearly wanting to rub her pussy and finish the job – but knowing her place. She looks up at Warren as if she’s not sure whether she wants to hit him or. She wasn’t ready. When all this was done she was going to be so good. Yet for a moment, he basked in the overwhelming warmth and tenderness of her mouth, the feel of her body perfectly molded to his. ‘I’ve missed you… so much,’ she said between two short kisses that sucked on his lips. ‘Get these clothes off me and get me into my collar, master.’ The way she said, ‘master’, so needful and honest, not like she was playing a game, thrilled him. It was an endearment, an acknowledgement of her.